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KitChen-Klatter
MAGAZINE
VOLUME V MAY
1940
NUMBERS
Copyright 1940 by Leanna Field Drlftmler SHENANDOAH, IOWA
TO MOTHER
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When I was a careless little girl,
With turbulent spirit and hair a-curl,
The thing that kept me good all day,
And made me work instead of play,
Was the thought of what she would do and say,
When she talked with me at the close of day,
And I showed my work to Mother.
Today, when the work of my hands was sought,
And loving homage by friends was brought,
Their praise seemed little and far away,
My heart was heavy instead of gay,
And tears rained down at the close of day,
For I could not show it to Mother.
But I took up my tasks with courage new,
I can live my life so sweet and true,
That my heart will be glad and my skies will be blue;
And then, when the boys have to manhood grown,
And my harvests are gathered, where love was sown,
I can slip away, and with raptures sweet,
Lay all of my treasures at her feet,
And the joy in my heart will be complete,
When I show my life to Mother.
-Martha Field Eaton
Prlee 10 cents

Kitchen-Klatter began as a half-hour radio show with Leanna Driftmier sharing household tips, recipes, and childrearing advice among other topics. The radio show aired from 1926-1986 making it the longest running homemaker program in the history of radio. Kitchen Klatter magazine was issued monthly from 1936-1986 and at one point had a circulation of 150,000.

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KitChen-Klatter
MAGAZINE
VOLUME V MAY
1940
NUMBERS
Copyright 1940 by Leanna Field Drlftmler SHENANDOAH, IOWA
TO MOTHER
•
When I was a careless little girl,
With turbulent spirit and hair a-curl,
The thing that kept me good all day,
And made me work instead of play,
Was the thought of what she would do and say,
When she talked with me at the close of day,
And I showed my work to Mother.
Today, when the work of my hands was sought,
And loving homage by friends was brought,
Their praise seemed little and far away,
My heart was heavy instead of gay,
And tears rained down at the close of day,
For I could not show it to Mother.
But I took up my tasks with courage new,
I can live my life so sweet and true,
That my heart will be glad and my skies will be blue;
And then, when the boys have to manhood grown,
And my harvests are gathered, where love was sown,
I can slip away, and with raptures sweet,
Lay all of my treasures at her feet,
And the joy in my heart will be complete,
When I show my life to Mother.
-Martha Field Eaton
Prlee 10 cents